All Chapters of Mated To My Ex’s Stepbrother, The Alpha: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Aria’s POVThe pounding on my door started before sunrise and at first, I thought I was dreaming so I buried my face deeper into my pillow, groaning as the knocking continued, louder this time and far more persistent."Aria!"My eyes snapped open. I knew that voice.Sitting up, I checked my phone. The bright screen nearly blinded me.5:12 AM.I stared at it in disbelief.Another round of pounding rattled the door."Aria, open this door!""Mira, can you get that?" I called out automatically before remembering she wasn't home. She had stayed overnight at the infirmary after yesterday's chaos.With a groan, I dragged myself across the apartment and yanked the door open.Immediately, I regretted it because Alina stood in the hallway looking as elegant as ever despite the ridiculous hour. Behind her were two older women carrying baskets filled with flowers, candles, folded fabrics, and bundles of herbs."Good morning, dear," Alina said brightly."It is five in the morning.""Exactly.""Nor

Aria’s POVThe entire hall fell into an unnatural silence the moment the doors of the council chamber opened.I felt it before I saw them—the shift in the air, like the room itself had taken a breath and forgotten how to release it. Every Alpha guard stationed along the walls straightened. Even the

She ignored him. "However, he is still the best leader available to this pack."The reluctant honesty in her voice made the statement even stronger.A moment later, Mira stood as well. "Oh good," she said dryly. "Are we listing Damon complaints first? Because I have several."A few people laughed, i

Aria's POVThe feast only grew louder as the night deepened, music echoing across the village square while lanterns swayed gently overhead and warm light washed over rows of crowded tables. Children darted between dancing couples, warriors challenged one another to drinking contests, and every few

Aria’s POVKade’s hand was still wrapped around my wrist when the words left his mouth, but the grip wasn’t forceful anymore. It was desperate in a way I had never seen from him before, like he was trying to hold on not to me, but to everything slipping out of his control.“I don’t want to lose his